JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK, I Want To Be Your Lover
I WANT TO BE YOUR LOVER
every room in this house is on fire
every second and pace of my hermitage
is for God or you
the card you pull,
and the inkblot night
soaking into the blues and marrow,
is a dream of us
we can stalk ourselves through
the loud lights of town and
this game I’ve made being cursed
give me rush and purchase to you
phantom entrée and feral pass
to the wilds of you, clearings deep
in the woods of you
and the lake there
above your sex and just behind your heart
I take to
humming a mother’s circular song of duty
killing everything our fathers failed to.
The author thanks mad swirl: a creative outlet, where this poem first appeared; and of course my supporters on here and at Patreon for nurturing this work in its nascent form.
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Hope to see youse.
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